NONE BUT THEE by Sir Robert Grant

Publishing Committee · Battle Creek, Mich. · Nov 13, 1860

NONE BUT THEE.

By Sir Robert Grant

BY SIR ROBERT GRANT.

"Whom have I in heaven but thee! and there is none upon earth that I desire beside thee." Ps. lxxiii, 25.

Lord of earth, thy forming hand Well this beauteous frame hath planned Woods that wave, and hills that tower, Ocean rolling in his power ; All that strikes the eye unsought, All that charms the lonely thought, Friendship, gem transcending price ; Love, a flower from Paradise ; Yet, amidst a scene so fair, Should I cease thy smile to share, What were all its joys to me ? Whom have I on earth but thee ?

Lord of heaven ! beyond our sight Rolls a world of purer light ; There, in love's unclouded reign, Parted hands shall meet again ; Martyrs there, and prophets high, Blaze a glorious company ; While immortal music rings From unnumbered seraph strings. Oh ! that world is passing fair ; Yet, if thou wert absent there, What were all its joys to me ? Whom have I in heaven but thee ?

Lord of earth and heaven ! my breast Seeks in thee its only rest : I was lost ! thy accents mild Homeward lured thy wandering child ; I was blind ! thy healing ray Charmed the long eclipse away. Source of every joy I know, Solace of my every woe, O ! if once thy smile divine, Ceased upon my soul to shine, What were earth or heaven to me ? Whom have I in each but thee ?